Two days afterward some boys, while in swimming, found a burial-casket floating under the bushes down by the saw-mill.

They called for help, and upon examining the interior of the casket they discovered the irrepressible Mr.Piggott again.

This was too much.

Even the ministers began to believe in ghosts, and hardly a man in town dared to go out of the house that night alone.

But the coroner controlled his emotions sufficiently to sit on the body, make the usual charges and bury Mr.Piggott in a fresh place in his lot.
The next morning, while Peter Lamb was drinking out of the big spring, he saw something push slowly out of the mud at the bottom of the pool.
He turned as white as a sheet as he watched it; and in a few minutes he saw that it was a coffin.